Greeting loyal readers and fellow maremmas. Early on Saturday morning, mummy and daddy
abandoned left Us three and went off in Mummy’s little white car. 87 hours later they came home, very tired, with muddy feet and moaning about sore muscles. As if We all cared. It would appear that they had been on a 15 km (nearly 9 miles) tramp up (in as one would say in New Zealand) the wop wops. Which in this case was 30k (18 miles) up the road to almost the end of the Mangamahu Valley.
Lunch time was at an abandoned old farm-house, referred to by the locals as Siberia because of its remoteness.
Mummy’s muddy paws.
Stunning scenery. Now you can all see why We live in the sunny Mangamahu Valley. Love from Nellie, Jasper and Itai, who by the way are sick of listening to mummy and daddy groaning about how sore they are and how their legs hurt.